Spotlighting Pan-African Poetry

Biography

Tatazela

Tatazela

WHO AM I?
I’m a voice and vision.
A mission statement of this nation with rhythm,
I’m a line of lyric, a song of music,
a magical description beyond a fraction
of passion, I am PAULINATION.
But in all the things I am! I’m a prisoner
in a chamber of miseries painting false mysteries
when questions are posed “like who are you really?” do u know?
No!! I’m a falling feather floating, rotating, landing on flowing water that shouts FIRE!,
When I hear the music of the word in my ears although
when on stage my fears rise like that destitute man who followed
me crying brother “I’m hungry”
I’m a figure of speech!!!!!!!!! “An oxymoron” from
Cameroon I move in minds coz I’m a bullet sent to mediate in Africa.
Even between the Tutsis and the Hutu’s of Rwanda
which makes me wonder whether the side of genocide
will be crawling inside the walls of the future.

(Translation)
I am Zulu as well!!!! who’s born by a Zulu-est!!!
Lest you forget that I move bodies, groove with the veins of the rest.
I choose to have 3 things to my taste and that’s Heart and Reason, A spear for
each season and YES!! I’m glad I’m African
But Africa is busy
Usually we don’t take being busy lightly
To have a mind with engine sounds is like being in use of a flexible stick
That has no use than to bend around.
The thoughts of any person are many, yet plenty they’re hidden by this
Thick white smog created by seeing the world’s problems and that causes
frustration alone!!
My bone has grown being told by my mother…
“Hold on son to your childhood,
You’ll soon see the complications of this world and neighborhood”
I’ve heard you praise poets!!
Molded and sculptured by spoken word artists
Who to me have said
“Spread the word brother whose words are wise so you can tell stories like us all”
WE
Speakers of the word!!!!!!

Listen to me listener!!
Learn with me learner!!
Testify for me teacher!!
Because I’ve got a guy walking with me here who sees it all, writes it all
One with the hand and the word
One with the answers regarding the problems of this world for all of us.
WE
Speakers of the word!!!

YES given the hand and the word I’ve tried to convey the thoughts
to separate the skin from the bone so others can listen!!
Given the hand that is mentored to mentor.
An underachieving overachiever!
Guided to warn those who cross railways to be aware the train kills!!
Guided to tell my brothers and sisters who walk with seekers of
darkness who teach how to be drunk, how to get high, how to say fuck!!
Let’s bend fear pressure!!
So bare with me brother I’m Angry!!
Hungry for solutions as teenagers today stand in lines for”muthi”
Believed to break families apart!!
Do they even have hearts? Do we have hearts when still these things are occurring?
We
Speakers of the word!!!
A thorn pricks while still fresh I’m not like the others, I tell you straight!!
That this world is full of shit and bull-shit controlled by a
System Hidden In This poly-prob-mix called politicks!!
Or rather politricks!!

WHO AM I?
I’m a voice and vision.
A mission statement of this nation with rhythm,
I’m a line of lyric, a song of music,
a magical description beyond a fraction
of passion, I am PAULINATION.
But in all the things I am! I’m a prisoner
in a chamber of miseries painting false mysteries
when questions are posed “like who are you really?” do u know?
No!! I’m a falling feather floating, rotating, landing on flowing water that shouts FIRE!,
When I hear the music of the word in my ears although
when on stage my fears rise like that destitute man who followed
me crying brother “I’m hungry”
I’m a figure of speech!!!!!!!!! “An oxymoron” from
Cameroon I move in minds coz I’m a bullet sent to mediate in Africa.
Even between the Tutsis and the Hutu’s of Rwanda
which makes me wonder whether the side of genocide
will be crawling inside the walls of the future.

(Translation)
I am Zulu as well!!!! who’s born by a Zulu-est!!!
Lest you forget that I move bodies, groove with the veins of the rest.
I choose to have 3 things to my taste and that’s Heart and Reason, A spear for
each season and YES!! I’m glad I’m African
But Africa is busy
Usually we don’t take being busy lightly
To have a mind with engine sounds is like being in use of a flexible stick
That has no use than to bend around.
The thoughts of any person are many, yet plenty they’re hidden by this
Thick white smog created by seeing the world’s problems and that causes
frustration alone!!
My bone has grown being told by my mother…
“Hold on son to your childhood,
You’ll soon see the complications of this world and neighborhood”
I’ve heard you praise poets!!
Molded and sculptured by spoken word artists
Who to me have said
“Spread the word brother whose words are wise so you can tell stories like us all”
WE
Speakers of the word!!!!!!

Listen to me listener!!
Learn with me learner!!
Testify for me teacher!!
Because I’ve got a guy walking with me here who sees it all, writes it all
One with the hand and the word
One with the answers regarding the problems of this world for all of us.
WE
Speakers of the word!!!

YES given the hand and the word I’ve tried to convey the thoughts
to separate the skin from the bone so others can listen!!
Given the hand that is mentored to mentor.
An underachieving overachiever!
Guided to warn those who cross railways to be aware the train kills!!
Guided to tell my brothers and sisters who walk with seekers of
darkness who teach how to be drunk, how to get high, how to say fuck!!
Let’s bend fear pressure!!
So bare with me brother I’m Angry!!
Hungry for solutions as teenagers today stand in lines for”muthi”
Believed to break families apart!!
Do they even have hearts? Do we have hearts when still these things are occurring?
We
Speakers of the word!!!
A thorn pricks while still fresh I’m not like the others, I tell you straight!!
That this world is full of shit and bull-shit controlled by a
System Hidden In This poly-prob-mix called politicks!!
Or rather politricks!!

Paulination

Featured Poem:

Verbatim

Featured Poem:

Verbatim

Vasco de gamma arrived in the cape
To find a race not encountered in his eyes.
Was it our fate notice a difference in race or was it
Institutionalized?
Biased minds see these as rhetorical questions, but
I find it logical to say that these questions don’t breathe an
answer because this is a nation
where class is factor.

Where tradition plays a role in a
Racism that goes with financial complex.
Where others believe white people are still given
Better jobs and blacks have to undergo a lot of
scrutiny.
Where businesses hire an inexperienced white person
Where racial tension is ignored and scholars judge and
are judged for it.
Where the only change is dominance of black where we lack
balance and focus mainly on BEE, Why can’t we see that individuality
Is arrested and society has an influence on our minds?

Where the government has an influence on the people.
Where everything goes in twos like
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA!!
Where others believe its all propaganda and that’s
because we pose questions leading to a segregated nation
Where money has no value where we value the fact that
“South Africa is a nation of extremes so says” our ex-president.
Where sex and crime still plays a role
Where we crawl to our vision of this nation bit by bit.
Where black and white shouldn’t be used
Where we are fused to remove boundaries of colour and
Offer a different mentality
Where nationality drives us crazy and independence plays
a major factor.
Where political reasoning is enough to justify racial tension
and every problem we have in this nation BUT
MOST OF ALL Where are we today?
Where information still needs to be given to the people
And a lot still needs to be acknowledged and improved coz from Vasco de gamma
I see little difference and for the evidence
Look at the segregation in living locations TOWNSHIPS
Are still dominated by black people where are all the other
races. Suburbs still have a lot of white people where
are all the other faces?
THIS IS JUST FOOD FOR THOUGHT for You taken by ten
Different people I interviewed this afternoon.

Vasco de gamma arrived in the cape
To find a race not encountered in his eyes.
Was it our fate notice a difference in race or was it
Institutionalized?
Biased minds see these as rhetorical questions, but
I find it logical to say that these questions don’t breathe an
answer because this is a nation
where class is factor.

Where tradition plays a role in a
Racism that goes with financial complex.
Where others believe white people are still given
Better jobs and blacks have to undergo a lot of
scrutiny.
Where businesses hire an inexperienced white person
Where racial tension is ignored and scholars judge and
are judged for it.
Where the only change is dominance of black where we lack
balance and focus mainly on BEE, Why can’t we see that individuality
Is arrested and society has an influence on our minds?

Where the government has an influence on the people.
Where everything goes in twos like
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA!!
Where others believe its all propaganda and that’s
because we pose questions leading to a segregated nation
Where money has no value where we value the fact that
“South Africa is a nation of extremes so says” our ex-president.
Where sex and crime still plays a role
Where we crawl to our vision of this nation bit by bit.
Where black and white shouldn’t be used
Where we are fused to remove boundaries of colour and
Offer a different mentality
Where nationality drives us crazy and independence plays
a major factor.
Where political reasoning is enough to justify racial tension
and every problem we have in this nation BUT
MOST OF ALL Where are we today?
Where information still needs to be given to the people
And a lot still needs to be acknowledged and improved coz from Vasco de gamma
I see little difference and for the evidence
Look at the segregation in living locations TOWNSHIPS
Are still dominated by black people where are all the other
races. Suburbs still have a lot of white people where
are all the other faces?
THIS IS JUST FOOD FOR THOUGHT for You taken by ten
Different people I interviewed this afternoon.

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Biography

PAULINATION is an outspoken voice that captures people in passing and makes them listen,he speaks of human experience in different categories revolving around issues faced by society like drugs, sexual abuse and racial tension. He incorporates dramatical aspects mixed with energetic movements and wonderful click sounds into his stories, what makes him different is the lyrical mixture that cuts through the barrier between Zulu and English.

This outspoken storyteller is originally from a group of poets called Nowadays Poets.

Paulination

Biography

PAULINATION is an outspoken voice that captures people in passing and makes them listen,he speaks of human experience in different categories revolving around issues faced by society like drugs, sexual abuse and racial tension. He incorporates dramatical aspects mixed with energetic movements and wonderful click sounds into his stories, what makes him different is the lyrical mixture that cuts through the barrier between Zulu and English.

This outspoken storyteller is originally from a group of poets called Nowadays Poets.

Tatazela

Tatazela

WHO AM I?
I’m a voice and vision.
A mission statement of this nation with rhythm,
I’m a line of lyric, a song of music,
a magical description beyond a fraction
of passion, I am PAULINATION.
But in all the things I am! I’m a prisoner
in a chamber of miseries painting false mysteries
when questions are posed “like who are you really?” do u know?
No!! I’m a falling feather floating, rotating, landing on flowing water that shouts FIRE!,
When I hear the music of the word in my ears although
when on stage my fears rise like that destitute man who followed
me crying brother “I’m hungry”
I’m a figure of speech!!!!!!!!! “An oxymoron” from
Cameroon I move in minds coz I’m a bullet sent to mediate in Africa.
Even between the Tutsis and the Hutu’s of Rwanda
which makes me wonder whether the side of genocide
will be crawling inside the walls of the future.

(Translation)
I am Zulu as well!!!! who’s born by a Zulu-est!!!
Lest you forget that I move bodies, groove with the veins of the rest.
I choose to have 3 things to my taste and that’s Heart and Reason, A spear for
each season and YES!! I’m glad I’m African
But Africa is busy
Usually we don’t take being busy lightly
To have a mind with engine sounds is like being in use of a flexible stick
That has no use than to bend around.
The thoughts of any person are many, yet plenty they’re hidden by this
Thick white smog created by seeing the world’s problems and that causes
frustration alone!!
My bone has grown being told by my mother…
“Hold on son to your childhood,
You’ll soon see the complications of this world and neighborhood”
I’ve heard you praise poets!!
Molded and sculptured by spoken word artists
Who to me have said
“Spread the word brother whose words are wise so you can tell stories like us all”
WE
Speakers of the word!!!!!!

Listen to me listener!!
Learn with me learner!!
Testify for me teacher!!
Because I’ve got a guy walking with me here who sees it all, writes it all
One with the hand and the word
One with the answers regarding the problems of this world for all of us.
WE
Speakers of the word!!!

YES given the hand and the word I’ve tried to convey the thoughts
to separate the skin from the bone so others can listen!!
Given the hand that is mentored to mentor.
An underachieving overachiever!
Guided to warn those who cross railways to be aware the train kills!!
Guided to tell my brothers and sisters who walk with seekers of
darkness who teach how to be drunk, how to get high, how to say fuck!!
Let’s bend fear pressure!!
So bare with me brother I’m Angry!!
Hungry for solutions as teenagers today stand in lines for”muthi”
Believed to break families apart!!
Do they even have hearts? Do we have hearts when still these things are occurring?
We
Speakers of the word!!!
A thorn pricks while still fresh I’m not like the others, I tell you straight!!
That this world is full of shit and bull-shit controlled by a
System Hidden In This poly-prob-mix called politicks!!
Or rather politricks!!

WHO AM I?
I’m a voice and vision.
A mission statement of this nation with rhythm,
I’m a line of lyric, a song of music,
a magical description beyond a fraction
of passion, I am PAULINATION.
But in all the things I am! I’m a prisoner
in a chamber of miseries painting false mysteries
when questions are posed “like who are you really?” do u know?
No!! I’m a falling feather floating, rotating, landing on flowing water that shouts FIRE!,
When I hear the music of the word in my ears although
when on stage my fears rise like that destitute man who followed
me crying brother “I’m hungry”
I’m a figure of speech!!!!!!!!! “An oxymoron” from
Cameroon I move in minds coz I’m a bullet sent to mediate in Africa.
Even between the Tutsis and the Hutu’s of Rwanda
which makes me wonder whether the side of genocide
will be crawling inside the walls of the future.

(Translation)
I am Zulu as well!!!! who’s born by a Zulu-est!!!
Lest you forget that I move bodies, groove with the veins of the rest.
I choose to have 3 things to my taste and that’s Heart and Reason, A spear for
each season and YES!! I’m glad I’m African
But Africa is busy
Usually we don’t take being busy lightly
To have a mind with engine sounds is like being in use of a flexible stick
That has no use than to bend around.
The thoughts of any person are many, yet plenty they’re hidden by this
Thick white smog created by seeing the world’s problems and that causes
frustration alone!!
My bone has grown being told by my mother…
“Hold on son to your childhood,
You’ll soon see the complications of this world and neighborhood”
I’ve heard you praise poets!!
Molded and sculptured by spoken word artists
Who to me have said
“Spread the word brother whose words are wise so you can tell stories like us all”
WE
Speakers of the word!!!!!!

Listen to me listener!!
Learn with me learner!!
Testify for me teacher!!
Because I’ve got a guy walking with me here who sees it all, writes it all
One with the hand and the word
One with the answers regarding the problems of this world for all of us.
WE
Speakers of the word!!!

YES given the hand and the word I’ve tried to convey the thoughts
to separate the skin from the bone so others can listen!!
Given the hand that is mentored to mentor.
An underachieving overachiever!
Guided to warn those who cross railways to be aware the train kills!!
Guided to tell my brothers and sisters who walk with seekers of
darkness who teach how to be drunk, how to get high, how to say fuck!!
Let’s bend fear pressure!!
So bare with me brother I’m Angry!!
Hungry for solutions as teenagers today stand in lines for”muthi”
Believed to break families apart!!
Do they even have hearts? Do we have hearts when still these things are occurring?
We
Speakers of the word!!!
A thorn pricks while still fresh I’m not like the others, I tell you straight!!
That this world is full of shit and bull-shit controlled by a
System Hidden In This poly-prob-mix called politicks!!
Or rather politricks!!

Featured Poem:

Verbatim

Featured Poem:

Verbatim

Vasco de gamma arrived in the cape
To find a race not encountered in his eyes.
Was it our fate notice a difference in race or was it
Institutionalized?
Biased minds see these as rhetorical questions, but
I find it logical to say that these questions don’t breathe an
answer because this is a nation
where class is factor.

Where tradition plays a role in a
Racism that goes with financial complex.
Where others believe white people are still given
Better jobs and blacks have to undergo a lot of
scrutiny.
Where businesses hire an inexperienced white person
Where racial tension is ignored and scholars judge and
are judged for it.
Where the only change is dominance of black where we lack
balance and focus mainly on BEE, Why can’t we see that individuality
Is arrested and society has an influence on our minds?

Where the government has an influence on the people.
Where everything goes in twos like
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA!!
Where others believe its all propaganda and that’s
because we pose questions leading to a segregated nation
Where money has no value where we value the fact that
“South Africa is a nation of extremes so says” our ex-president.
Where sex and crime still plays a role
Where we crawl to our vision of this nation bit by bit.
Where black and white shouldn’t be used
Where we are fused to remove boundaries of colour and
Offer a different mentality
Where nationality drives us crazy and independence plays
a major factor.
Where political reasoning is enough to justify racial tension
and every problem we have in this nation BUT
MOST OF ALL Where are we today?
Where information still needs to be given to the people
And a lot still needs to be acknowledged and improved coz from Vasco de gamma
I see little difference and for the evidence
Look at the segregation in living locations TOWNSHIPS
Are still dominated by black people where are all the other
races. Suburbs still have a lot of white people where
are all the other faces?
THIS IS JUST FOOD FOR THOUGHT for You taken by ten
Different people I interviewed this afternoon.

Vasco de gamma arrived in the cape
To find a race not encountered in his eyes.
Was it our fate notice a difference in race or was it
Institutionalized?
Biased minds see these as rhetorical questions, but
I find it logical to say that these questions don’t breathe an
answer because this is a nation
where class is factor.

Where tradition plays a role in a
Racism that goes with financial complex.
Where others believe white people are still given
Better jobs and blacks have to undergo a lot of
scrutiny.
Where businesses hire an inexperienced white person
Where racial tension is ignored and scholars judge and
are judged for it.
Where the only change is dominance of black where we lack
balance and focus mainly on BEE, Why can’t we see that individuality
Is arrested and society has an influence on our minds?

Where the government has an influence on the people.
Where everything goes in twos like
THE ALPHA AND THE OMEGA!!
Where others believe its all propaganda and that’s
because we pose questions leading to a segregated nation
Where money has no value where we value the fact that
“South Africa is a nation of extremes so says” our ex-president.
Where sex and crime still plays a role
Where we crawl to our vision of this nation bit by bit.
Where black and white shouldn’t be used
Where we are fused to remove boundaries of colour and
Offer a different mentality
Where nationality drives us crazy and independence plays
a major factor.
Where political reasoning is enough to justify racial tension
and every problem we have in this nation BUT
MOST OF ALL Where are we today?
Where information still needs to be given to the people
And a lot still needs to be acknowledged and improved coz from Vasco de gamma
I see little difference and for the evidence
Look at the segregation in living locations TOWNSHIPS
Are still dominated by black people where are all the other
races. Suburbs still have a lot of white people where
are all the other faces?
THIS IS JUST FOOD FOR THOUGHT for You taken by ten
Different people I interviewed this afternoon.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

Tatazela

Tatazela

WHO AM I?
I’m a voice and vision.
A mission statement of this nation with rhythm,
I’m a line of lyric, a song of music,
a magical description beyond a fraction
of passion, I am PAULINATION.
But in all the things I am! I’m a prisoner
in a chamber of miseries painting false mysteries
when questions are posed “like who are you really?” do u know?
No!! I’m a falling feather floating, rotating, landing on flowing water that shouts FIRE!,
When I hear the music of the word in my ears although
when on stage my fears rise like that destitute man who followed
me crying brother “I’m hungry”
I’m a figure of speech!!!!!!!!! “An oxymoron” from
Cameroon I move in minds coz I’m a bullet sent to mediate in Africa.
Even between the Tutsis and the Hutu’s of Rwanda
which makes me wonder whether the side of genocide
will be crawling inside the walls of the future.

(Translation)
I am Zulu as well!!!! who’s born by a Zulu-est!!!
Lest you forget that I move bodies, groove with the veins of the rest.
I choose to have 3 things to my taste and that’s Heart and Reason, A spear for
each season and YES!! I’m glad I’m African
But Africa is busy
Usually we don’t take being busy lightly
To have a mind with engine sounds is like being in use of a flexible stick
That has no use than to bend around.
The thoughts of any person are many, yet plenty they’re hidden by this
Thick white smog created by seeing the world’s problems and that causes
frustration alone!!
My bone has grown being told by my mother…
“Hold on son to your childhood,
You’ll soon see the complications of this world and neighborhood”
I’ve heard you praise poets!!
Molded and sculptured by spoken word artists
Who to me have said
“Spread the word brother whose words are wise so you can tell stories like us all”
WE
Speakers of the word!!!!!!

Listen to me listener!!
Learn with me learner!!
Testify for me teacher!!
Because I’ve got a guy walking with me here who sees it all, writes it all
One with the hand and the word
One with the answers regarding the problems of this world for all of us.
WE
Speakers of the word!!!

YES given the hand and the word I’ve tried to convey the thoughts
to separate the skin from the bone so others can listen!!
Given the hand that is mentored to mentor.
An underachieving overachiever!
Guided to warn those who cross railways to be aware the train kills!!
Guided to tell my brothers and sisters who walk with seekers of
darkness who teach how to be drunk, how to get high, how to say fuck!!
Let’s bend fear pressure!!
So bare with me brother I’m Angry!!
Hungry for solutions as teenagers today stand in lines for”muthi”
Believed to break families apart!!
Do they even have hearts? Do we have hearts when still these things are occurring?
We
Speakers of the word!!!
A thorn pricks while still fresh I’m not like the others, I tell you straight!!
That this world is full of shit and bull-shit controlled by a
System Hidden In This poly-prob-mix called politicks!!
Or rather politricks!!

WHO AM I?
I’m a voice and vision.
A mission statement of this nation with rhythm,
I’m a line of lyric, a song of music,
a magical description beyond a fraction
of passion, I am PAULINATION.
But in all the things I am! I’m a prisoner
in a chamber of miseries painting false mysteries
when questions are posed “like who are you really?” do u know?
No!! I’m a falling feather floating, rotating, landing on flowing water that shouts FIRE!,
When I hear the music of the word in my ears although
when on stage my fears rise like that destitute man who followed
me crying brother “I’m hungry”
I’m a figure of speech!!!!!!!!! “An oxymoron” from
Cameroon I move in minds coz I’m a bullet sent to mediate in Africa.
Even between the Tutsis and the Hutu’s of Rwanda
which makes me wonder whether the side of genocide
will be crawling inside the walls of the future.

(Translation)
I am Zulu as well!!!! who’s born by a Zulu-est!!!
Lest you forget that I move bodies, groove with the veins of the rest.
I choose to have 3 things to my taste and that’s Heart and Reason, A spear for
each season and YES!! I’m glad I’m African
But Africa is busy
Usually we don’t take being busy lightly
To have a mind with engine sounds is like being in use of a flexible stick
That has no use than to bend around.
The thoughts of any person are many, yet plenty they’re hidden by this
Thick white smog created by seeing the world’s problems and that causes
frustration alone!!
My bone has grown being told by my mother…
“Hold on son to your childhood,
You’ll soon see the complications of this world and neighborhood”
I’ve heard you praise poets!!
Molded and sculptured by spoken word artists
Who to me have said
“Spread the word brother whose words are wise so you can tell stories like us all”
WE
Speakers of the word!!!!!!

Listen to me listener!!
Learn with me learner!!
Testify for me teacher!!
Because I’ve got a guy walking with me here who sees it all, writes it all
One with the hand and the word
One with the answers regarding the problems of this world for all of us.
WE
Speakers of the word!!!

YES given the hand and the word I’ve tried to convey the thoughts
to separate the skin from the bone so others can listen!!
Given the hand that is mentored to mentor.
An underachieving overachiever!
Guided to warn those who cross railways to be aware the train kills!!
Guided to tell my brothers and sisters who walk with seekers of
darkness who teach how to be drunk, how to get high, how to say fuck!!
Let’s bend fear pressure!!
So bare with me brother I’m Angry!!
Hungry for solutions as teenagers today stand in lines for”muthi”
Believed to break families apart!!
Do they even have hearts? Do we have hearts when still these things are occurring?
We
Speakers of the word!!!
A thorn pricks while still fresh I’m not like the others, I tell you straight!!
That this world is full of shit and bull-shit controlled by a
System Hidden In This poly-prob-mix called politicks!!
Or rather politricks!!